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A Girl's Life: Chapter 9 free porn video
I woke up the next morning brushing my hair away from my eyes,
realizing that yesterday and last night really happened.
Looking down at my white nighty, admiring my small breasts in the cups
I smiled.
I sat up on the bed and saw a note on the dresser from mom, she
couldn't text me since they took my phone away for taking the hormones.
That's ok though, it was worth it to me.
The note read "Dad and I are taking Mike to a football clinic up in
Cloverdale. We'll be gone most of the day. I'm going to do some
shopping while Dad and Mike are at the clinic, I'll pick you up some
things. Maybe try working on doing your hair and makeup today. If
you're going to be a girl you need to learn to do this everyday. Call
us on the house phone if anything comes up or you need us.
Love Mom"
I sat there thinking what the number to the house phone was and I had
no idea, I'm not even sure why we had a house phone anymore. I guess
it's for when your son takes female hormones for nine months behind
your back and you punish him by taking his phone away.
So I had the house to myself all day. What to do? Last night I learned
that having long hair isn't easy, although I loved seeing girl's with
long pretty hair and I so wanted to have hair like theirs, but after
seeing what the girls at the salon had to do, it would be a lot of work
to have hair this long.
Mom must have put some hair ties and hair bands on my dresser. Plus all
the makeup the girls at the salon gave me and some mom put on my
dresser.
I grabbed the brush and began brushing my hair out. I remembered that
Heather at the salon told me to never brush my extensions when they're
wet. It took a while to get all the knots and curls out. I grabbed a
white hair band that had a white bow on the side and pulled my hair
back from my face. My hair actually didn't look that bad straight and
still had a nice curl on the ends.
I also remembered I got my ears pierced and had to keep them in for at
least four weeks to heal. At least they were white pearls and would
match most anything.
Girl problems i thought, i hoped that i'd be able to face girl problems
on a daily basis from now on, it's the not being a girl problem that i
hate.
I went into the bathroom and washed all the night time beauty cream mom
had given me off so I could practice on a clean face.
Mom had gotten me a few slips when we bought my dresses and skirts at
Amber's. I'd seen girls wear them under their dresses and skirts and
always thought it must feel so nice and pretty to wear one under their
dresses and skirts.
We got two full slips and two half slips. I wasn't sure if i should
wear a bra under a slip, gonna have to ask mom about that. I didn't
have my bra on yet, but decided I probably should wear a bra under it.
So I took off my nighty and grabbed a white bra out of my drawer. I
looked at my drawer with panties, bras, nylons and they were all mine.
It brought a smile to my face. I can't imagine too many fourteen year
old boys would be happy with a drawer full of panties and bras that
were for them, but I was. So I took my bra, slid it on and after only
three tries was able to snap it together. I decided not to put the
inserts in that mom had gotten me and adjusted my breasts in the cups.
Looking at myself in the mirror, standing there in a pair of panties
and bra, MY panties and bra, seeing the small but real cleavage in the
cups of my bra, the way my hips and butt had small yet noticeable
curves now, I smiled again. I was turning into a girl and I loved it.
I took the slip and lowered it down over me. It came to just above my
knees and had a cute lace trim and a flower where my cleavage came
together.
It did feel incredibly nice and soft against my skin and looking at
myself I felt so pretty wearing it.
I remembered how nice the nylons felt, so I got a nude pair out of the
drawer and rolled them up my legs. Maybe after I did my makeup I'd try
on some of my new dresses and practice walking around in my heels some
more.
I sat down at the mirror trying to remember everything Heather had done
when she did my makeup. I started putting on a primer and spread it
out. Then came foundation and concealer. Next I put some blush on,
although not too much like she said.
I leaned back and thought I didn't look terrible. I started on my eyes,
with mascara, eyeliner and some eyeshadow. It took a while as I was
worried I was going to poke my eye out.
I did like she said with the less was more and my eyes actually looked
pretty good. I was proud of myself.
Next I grabbed pink lipstick and did my lips, I made sure to dap my
lips with a napkin and to check that I didn't get any on my teeth.
I touched my face up a little and as i sat back and looked at myself i
felt pretty happy with what i saw. I really looked like a girl, it's
like every time I put on a dress or a bra on, or did my makeup or hair
I'm putting Andy deeper in the closet and letting Ashley out and I love
being her.
With my makeup and hair done I decided to try on some of the clothes
mom got me. I grabbed a white, floral print skirt that flared out and
had a pink and purple flower design. I thought it was really pretty. I
picked a light pink sleeveless blouse that matched the flowers on the
skirt, it had cute ruffles on the shoulders and a circle neckline but
not too low.
I slid the blouse over my head and down over my slip. It had a button
at the back on the neck and after fumbling with it a bit I was able to
button it. Next I stepped into the skirt, tucked my blouse into it and
zipped it up the back.
The hem of my skirt came to just below my slip and with the chiffon
blouse you couldn't see my bra or slip under it.
Last night I wore two inch heels, but I was going to be brave today and
try walking in the pair of three inch white heels I got as I stepped
into them.
I grabbed my purse off the dresser and walked over to the mirror. I
really looked like a girl, like a girl about to go to church or to a
wedding. A girl whose body was starting to change and would soon turn
her into a woman. I felt so pretty as I spun around in the mirror
enjoying my skirt and slip as they twirled around me.
Enjoying my hair swinging over my shoulders. Seeing my long hair, held
back by my hair band, now straight, down to the cute curls at the ends,
I decided that having long hair was worth it to look this pretty and I
was going to grow it out and take care of it and someday be able to
take the extensions out.
Looking at myself I wasn't Andy, I wasn't a boy anymore. I was Ashley,
a girl who was just enjoying being pretty, feminine and girly.
I walked around the room feeling like I could manage the three inch
heels when I heard the door downstairs beep, meaning someone was using
the code to come in.
Besides mom, dad, Mike and me, only Ben, Jenny and Mike's girlfriend
Emma had the code. I knew it wasn't mom, dad or Mike, then i heard
him...it was Ben.
I hadn't had my phone for three days and he's probably been calling and
texting me like crazy. I know Jenny promised not to tell him, but I
hadn't really figured out how to come out to him. How do i tell my best
friend since we were like two years old that i'm transgender and i want
to become a girl.
There was no way around this as I heard him coming up the steps.
"Hello Andy are you here? I've been texting you and calling you since
Friday...hello?"
I froze, looking at myself in the mirror. I had been thinking how i was
going to tell him, I guess this was it. The door to my room was open
and I knew he'd be standing there in a couple seconds seeing me looking
about as much like a girl as i could.
He got to the top of steps, walked to my door and said "Andy are
you..." Then he saw me and stopped.
He looked me up and down standing there in a skirt and blouse, high
heels on, makeup on, my long hair pulled back with my hair band with a
purse in my hand.
He seemed confused at first. "Andy, dude what the fuck? Why are you
dressed up like a girl?"
I looked down, seeing the small bumps that my breasts created in my
blouse, to the purse in my hands all the way down to my skirt and
heels.
"Ben, there's something I need to tell you," I said.
He went from being confused to being an asshole. "What? That my best
friend is some sissy freak that likes to dress like a girl, are you
serious right now. What the fuck bro. I guess you're not even a bro
looking like that are you. What are you a tranny or something?"
I really hoped he'd be understanding, but he was having none of it. I
could feel tears begin to well up and said, "Ben i was going to tell
you. I've felt like a girl all my life but I've kept it secret from
everyone. It's not easy to tell everyone you want to be a girl, but
i've come out to my family and they accept me being transgender.
"I'm becoming Ashley and I'm going to go through transition and start
living as a girl fulltime. I'm sorry Ben but I have to do this, I have
to become a girl." I just looked down, holding my purse in my hands as
tears fell down my cheeks.
He still didn't care. "Seriously, so you just up and decide you're
going to be a girl one day. You know you'll NEVER be a real girl right.
I'll bet you like guys now too, no, you know i don't even want to know.
"Oh my God are you seriously crying, I guess you really are becoming a
chick," he said as he laughed.
I just stood there looking down, unable to hold my tears back, my hands
together in front of me holding my purse.
That's when he says "And what the fuck is up with your hair, are you
wearing a wig and do you have fucking tits?" He walked over to me and
grabbed my chest as i screamed out, "Stop that hurts."
He backed away as his eyes got big realizing that my boobs were real.
"Oh my God, you have real fucking tits, what the fuck?...i'm fucking
outta here," as he turned and left.
I followed him to the top of the stairs. "Ben come back, please you
have to listen to me." But then I tripped on my heels and fell.
He laughed and said, "If you're gonna be a chick Andy you're need to
learn to walk in heels, what a fucking a sissy," as he continued down
the stairs and slammed the door as he left.
I got up and sat down at the top of the stairs crying. I could feel my
makeup running down my face but I didn't care. I guess I knew that not
everyone would be okay with me coming out, I just hoped my Ben would.
The longer I sat there thinking I went from being sad and hurt to being
mad. Mom said I needed to be strong and there wasn't anything inside me
stronger than my need to become a girl.
So I got up, walked in my room and got out one of my estrogen patches
and put it on. I sat down in front of the mirror seeing the streaks
down my face from crying and fixed my makeup.
I've heard girls say a good cry helps sometimes, no boy would ever say
that of course, but after crying i had to admit i felt better.
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